Audio. 03

[greywaren]

[There's a long scuffle after the post switches on. Some heavy breathing may or may not be involved, the shifting of fabric- blankets, maybe?- across skin. Unfortunately for any voyeurs out there, it's not the sound of anything uncouth happening, but rather the grunts and scrapes of a struggle.]

-shit. [Definitely Ronan's voice, slightly far off. The audio goes muffled as something wraps over the speaker, before the phone of sorts gets tossed up, closer to his face.]

Fuck's sake. [It's on and it's near enough that he can talk into it. That's all that really matters. On the other hand...]

Hello? Look- if anyone can just- fuckin-

[He grunts again, half frustrated, half embarrassed.]

If you know where we live, come- give me a hand or whatever. Parrish lost his fucking mind and I can't- [a long creak, of wood and leather straining against one another] -ow, fuck.

Comments

[drabsolutelynot]

If that were true how did you end up in this situation? Surely '60 year old man' should be less successful against a young man than someone such as yourself.

[greywaren]

[There's a long pause there. You're really going to make him say it, aren't you...]

I sleep next to him.

[He grits out, simmering.]

Dumbass.

[drabsolutelynot]

Well whatever makes you both happy

[He's clearly enjoying this too much]

Alright. If you tell me where you are I'll come help. Or if you'd rather wait for someone who isn't a dumbass please be my guest.

[greywaren]

Don't be a bastard.

[The scowl is practically dripping in his voice.]

I'm not telling you where I live over an open post. Do the- make it private or whatever.

[He would, but he can't actually reach his phone right now.]

[Audio] -> [Private Audio]

[drabsolutelynot]

There. Better?

[Private Audio]

[greywaren]

Yeah.

[Not really. He grumbles.]

We're- at the little housing bend near the, uh, the old clinic. The stupid spiral there. Third on the left. Don't be an asshole about this.

Re: [Private Audio]

[drabsolutelynot]

[There's shuffling in the background and some muffled thudding as Rosen's getting his shoes on]

I don't know why you'd think i'd be an asshole about this.

[Then the sound of the door opening and closing]

I'll be there in a few minutes.